
Probably the biggest thing for us was
the visit to Mount St. Helens. Hard to believe the volcano erupted 35
years ago. The Silver Lake Visitor Center was only about 40 minutes
from the RV park and is located about 5 miles from I-5. My opinion is
this visitor center is tailored for the tourist who, for one reason
or another doesn't desire or cannot make the additional 100 mile
round trip out to the Johnston Ridge Observatory. The facilities are
top notch with ample parking including RV's, though its a tight fit
for longer rigs.
Inside the center offers exhibits on
the eruption of 1980, walk through dioramas, model volcanoes, a movie
and of course, the obligatory gift shop. Outside there is a wetland
boardwalk trail and on the day we visited we could see the volcano in
the distance through a light smokey haze. Since most of the inside
stuff was fee based
($5 each) we opted to pass and head on up the
road. The volunteers at the kiosk were outstanding; pointing out some
of the good way points and which stops we definitely would enjoy.
There are a couple of hosting gigs in the area and we will be
investigating them for future opportunities.
Some 50 miles from the first visitor
center is the Johnston Ridge Observatory where visitors can view the
lava dome, the glacier that is growing and get educated on how the
landscape was so drastically changed. You will need a Monument Pass
or a Recreation Pass to see it all and they can be purchased on site.
When we arrived there were four school buses of students just
unloading; adding to the surprisingly large crowd of people already
there. Since it was noon and we had no desire to battle the crowds or
listen to that many students at one time, we opted to head back down
the road about a ¼ of a mile to a viewpoint we spotted on the way
up.
Here we had unobstructed views of the mountain, the valleys and
surrounding areas while sharing it with only three other couples. We
picnicked, took pictures and swapped stories of where we were when
St. Helens blew.
One thing struck me while writing this
entry and Chris agrees so I'm pretty sure we didn't imagine it. No
matter where we were, from the first visitor center to the last,
everyone there seemed to speak in lowered, hushed voices. Even the
students seemed less boisterous, more disciplined.
35 years ago, Mount St. Helens had
something to say and I guess we're still listening, even for the
whispers.
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